CHAPTER ELEVEN: STROKE IT THEN SUCK!

“Have you processed the documents?” Tina asked me, as she stood at the door of the cubicle, watching me

strangely, like she had done since the new boss arrived.

“Yes, ma’am. I have them right here,” I said, hurriedly picking the folder up and stretching it towards her.

“The president asked for you.

He said you should bring the folder to him yourself,” she said, as her gaze narrowed down on me, and I felt small under her stare.

“Wh-what...me?” I stuttered through my words.

Why would he ask for me specifically, it was not my job to interact with the CEO, that was Tina’s job; my only job was to assist her, so why would he ask for me?

Oh my! Does he remember me from that night, and wants to fire me, after all, if it ever got to news that the heir of the Blackwood family spent a night with his office worker, it would create a huge scandal.

“I should be asking you about that, Leah.

Why would the president request for you to specifically bring the documents to his office, when the person

meant for the job is right here,” she said, her gaze burning through me in judgement, and I clenched my fist together in nervousness already knowing what she was trying to imply.

“I have no idea ma’am,” I said with a small voice, still

trying to remain in her good graces, although I never was.

She scoffed, looking at me with disgust.

“Go give the documents to the president, we don’t want

to keep him waiting now, do we?” She sneered darkly, still eyeing me.

I knocked on the large door, although it was glass, it wasn’t see-through like the rest of the company

doors.

My heart pounded loudly in my chest, as my hands which held the documents grew sweaty, while I waited for an approval from inside to come in.

“Come in,” his deep baritone voice came through, as familiar as my stranger that night.

I immediately walked towards the door, pushing it

open, wanting to drop the document and flee immediately before he even had a chance to fire me.

My feet paused when I settled in the office room, as I was immediately met with intense green orbs.

I tore my gaze away from his in fear, my legs shaky on my feet while I walked towards his desk to drop the folder.

“You asked for the folder sir,” I said, my voice sounded more breathless than I expected from anxiousness.

His eyes never left me like always, following every move I made down to my sweaty palms.

I felt light headed under his stare, and I wondered

whether it would be disrespectful to walk out on my boss without being dismissed.

“You have not forgotten your lessons baby girl,” he

said, and I choked on the spit I had been struggling to swallow under his gaze.

“What do you mean by that sir?” I asked, trying not to sound even a little bit affected by the tension in the air.

“Did you know?” He asked, and my brows furrowed wa

confusion swirled in my eyes wondering what he was talking about.

“Did you know who I was when you ran into me at the club?” He asked this time, as my eyes widened in

understanding of what he was asking, till the light dimmed when I realized what he was aiming at.

“Of course I did not know who you were.

Why would I ever spend a night with my boss, only to suffer embarrassment the next day, and possibly be

fired,” I snapped angrily, instantly regretting it, when I

realized who I was talking to.

“I’m sorry sir, for speaking rudely, please if I may leave,

I have work to do,” I said, moving eagerly towards the door before he could stop me.

“You step out of the door, and you are fired,” he said,

as dread pulled down my stomach.

“I find it hard to believe that a woman like you would not know who I am, when my family’s name is being rung in each and every corner of the city,” he said darkly, and I struggled to keep my mouth shut, knowing I cannot be rude to him, my job was on the line.

“Why did you come to the club then?” He asked, his

eyes trying to gauge even the very flicker of emotions that I portrayed.

“For the same reason you came,” I said, sounding as polite as I could, and for some reason, his eyes flared

with heat at my answer, and I had this insane urge to squeeze my thighs together.

“And did I meet up to your expectations?” He asked

still never taking his eyes away from mine.

“Yes sir,” I said, my tone sounding smaller than I

wanted.

“Come here baby girl,” his voice thick and heavy with desire.

“Don’t disrespect your boss baby girl, when I call you—

you come,” he sultry voice came again, and that sent a pool of arousal straight towards my womanhood.

I walked towards where he sat on his desk, as he rolled his chair backwards for me to enter.

My gaze heavy with lust, as my slick thighs rubbed

together, and I fought hard, not to beg him to fuck me right there.

“Kneel, for me,” one command, and I was on my knees like a fool, before the same man who took my virginity,

and left cash on my bed, disrespecting me like a slut.

“Unbuckle my trouser, and pull my dick out,” his thick

husky voice said, and immediately I moved to do what he asked, eager to please him.

My hands unbuckled his belt, as I took my sweet time in pulling down his trousers, along with his boxers

enough for his enormous cock to slap me in the face.

It stood heavy and ready, the tip already glistening with precum, and the sound of his breathing increased.

I moved forward, my nose barely brushing his monster, as I inhaled his salty scent.

“Look at you, sitting while your cock licked with cum for your employee,” I said with surprising boldness, which made his eyes flare, his hands move to wrap around

my auburn hair, his fingers tangling through the unkept strands as he wrapped them in his fist.

He tightened his hold on my hair, enough to set my scalp on fire as he raised my face to look at his, my ocean blue one’s clashing with his stormy green eyes.

I knelt patiently, waiting for his next command.

“Stroke it then suck, like a good girl you are.”